Chapter 283

From the elevator, song Qinghuan, Bai rubing and Yu Yang walk slowly and fall behind.

She stares at Shi Yuhan's farther and farther back. She watches him and Zhang Jie walk out of the company. Through the glass door, she sees them again. They get on a Marston Aden by the side of the road and go away.

Next to the white ice looking at Song Qinghuan's eyes, eyebrows suddenly wrinkled for a while, such eyes are too familiar, once many times she is this pro, see you off when the cold left.

Isn't it?

Her heart thumping very fast, but the heart again excited, her face did not show.

"Qinghuan, it's rare to see you in the hair," she gently teased, but it is meaningful.

Looking back, song Qinghuan sees Yu Yang's worried eyes and Bai rubing's suspicious eyes.

All of a sudden, she felt a little uncomfortable, as if she had been arrested for doing something wrong.

Ha ha a smile, "I am looking at Miss Zhang, she is a famous host, I like her very much."

Bai rubing suddenly realized: "she is very famous!"

Said to look at Yu Yang, Yu Yang slightly a Leng, then reaction: "I don't like, hungry, eat."

Then he took a look at Song Qinghuan. He was obviously worried. He thought to himself that her husband was eating with other women. How could she be so calm?

Bai rubing looks at the small action between their eyes and always feels that there must be something hiding between them.

But she didn't ask, because it's useless to ask. Instead of asking them, it's better to find out by herself.

In a quiet corner of the famous revolving restaurant in city a, Zhang jiezheng orders from the exquisite menu in an elegant manner.

After ordering, she sipped a mouthful of red wine, and then looked at it with a smile to keep out the cold: "Why are you so polite today? You invited me to dinner."

"Your father gave the project of Shengshi to the times, and your help must be indispensable. Of course, this meal should be invited," he said politely, but his cold face was indifferent.

Zhang Jie looks at the opposite Shi Yuhan, dizzy with mysterious temperament, exuding the charm of the city. She knows that she looks at her faintly, and doesn't mean to answer.

Half ring has been silent, Zhang Jie some discouraged, smile: "than silence, I can never compare with you."

She dropped her eyes and sipped a sip of wine to hide her injured eyes. Then she asked unintentionally, "is it because I'm old?"

There's an old woman scolded by the post-90s on the microblog. It's a little girl scolded by the post-90s.

Relatively speaking, as a post-80s generation, she is not in touch with old women?

Men like young girls, or sometimes they don't like her because she is old.

Zhang Jie comforted herself, thinking that if she was a few years younger, or she could keep away from the cold at the moment, she might turn the scenery again.

When the cold is still expressionless, only light said: "you think, a woman's most beautiful time is 30 years old."

His words, though not explicitly stated, meant to tell her that she was not old.

When a woman is beautiful, she is 30 years old. She is not 30 years old, and the most beautiful time has not come yet. How can she be called old!